Beauty
Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:44 am
If beauty could be described, how would I be describing you
see.. you make men maniacal, you make women rely on you
people, they become suicidal, especially if denied by you
see lust aligned with you, then both left love divided, truth...
on your reflections hide from view, but you pinpoint that....
don't you? see what I tried to do is I tried to enjoy that
you could avoid facts, you a bloodsucker stuck in a void trance
get it? well if not, then clarify the injustice you brought with pain
see you model'd dames to be a man's hope and thoughtful gain
your response? it's a shame, see I used to think such awful thangs
like if I broke the skin, beauty would grow out, shoulda thought again
see you manipulated the poor, the high? you was rock cocaine
the beauty, untouchable, like when a underdog never lost the game
or maybe it was like the last sprout, that spread across the plain
maybe I'm ahead of myself, see you sprouted them spots of pain
drippin' from the eyes, the brush to the artists thoughts with paint
scribbling, see your etched in my skin, so when the apostles rain
I won't get atop the rays, I'll be stuck on earth, dreaming of you
you been teasing the youth, they throw up everything appeasing to you
see you ain't leaving the tube, you choked up every being you knew
you told man to take the apple, and women gotta face being of you
a piece of the fruit that help'd see deception like the evenings of June
covered in the rain clouds, how could any of us stay believing in you
if the devil wears prada, and you wear the mask of decievements and truth
how could anything exist.....yet it seems like everything persists
the pressures on like a ring to the wrist, cut, but, the singing consists
of sirens screaming to the heavens, strumming lute's streaming it's lips
while it sucks the nectar from earth, and spews it to the sky like heathens...
or demons of the netherworlds, where love never travelled or survived
I'm waiting for you to decay.....fall apart, as the feeling scatters from mind
you can't battle with time.....your breaking apart, the skin can't handle it's lies
the mirror is your worst foe................
see.. you make men maniacal, you make women rely on you
people, they become suicidal, especially if denied by you
see lust aligned with you, then both left love divided, truth...
on your reflections hide from view, but you pinpoint that....
don't you? see what I tried to do is I tried to enjoy that
you could avoid facts, you a bloodsucker stuck in a void trance
get it? well if not, then clarify the injustice you brought with pain
see you model'd dames to be a man's hope and thoughtful gain
your response? it's a shame, see I used to think such awful thangs
like if I broke the skin, beauty would grow out, shoulda thought again
see you manipulated the poor, the high? you was rock cocaine
the beauty, untouchable, like when a underdog never lost the game
or maybe it was like the last sprout, that spread across the plain
maybe I'm ahead of myself, see you sprouted them spots of pain
drippin' from the eyes, the brush to the artists thoughts with paint
scribbling, see your etched in my skin, so when the apostles rain
I won't get atop the rays, I'll be stuck on earth, dreaming of you
you been teasing the youth, they throw up everything appeasing to you
see you ain't leaving the tube, you choked up every being you knew
you told man to take the apple, and women gotta face being of you
a piece of the fruit that help'd see deception like the evenings of June
covered in the rain clouds, how could any of us stay believing in you
if the devil wears prada, and you wear the mask of decievements and truth
how could anything exist.....yet it seems like everything persists
the pressures on like a ring to the wrist, cut, but, the singing consists
of sirens screaming to the heavens, strumming lute's streaming it's lips
while it sucks the nectar from earth, and spews it to the sky like heathens...
or demons of the netherworlds, where love never travelled or survived
I'm waiting for you to decay.....fall apart, as the feeling scatters from mind
you can't battle with time.....your breaking apart, the skin can't handle it's lies
the mirror is your worst foe................